Wow, I’m not a politically motivated but I don’t miss the opportunity to vote in every election. That is my obligation I feel for the slings and arrows the suffragettes endured. So, here is a word about Sarah Palin. She is very much the character Ryman Chadwick that I envisioned in my head. I got some of the inspiration for the character from the Canadian actress Wendy Crewson who was Harrison Ford’s wife---the 1st lady in “Air Force One”. It’s crazy because she has some Sarah Palin mannerism even if she is Canadian and not Alaskan. The similarities are there, no doubt. I can’t believe some of the parallels of Sarah Palin with my character in “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End”.
I have a news hound side and I’ve been glued to CNN and Bill Maher on HBO (who I totally agree with—but face it he had a major professional girl as a girlfriend). On some other news program, though I heard Michaela Angela Davis (yes, the Angela Davis!) say that if a black female candidate for V.P. paraded her family in front of the nation across our TV screens with a 17 year old pregnant daughter—goodnight! I agree with her and that’s that.
Palin has that appeal that ice road truckers find sexy. I say on behalf of Sarah Palin, “life is an Iditarod, oh chum, come to the Iditarod, today.”
As in the book, I had travels to all the venues mentioned but what went down there is not accurate in the book. It was about drama and fiction of these episodes.
I despise mary jane shoes. I can’t stand Shirley Temple curls.
And I love tall women. Did you see that woman with the 6 foot legs from Russia!
Can you imagine Kay Francis as your woman? She was a 5’9”—beautiful dame, taller than you.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
More Kindling For the "A Whistling Girl & A Crowing Hen..." Fire
Okay, I mentioned to you that I was middle-aged, so some stuff I bring up may be dated to the toddlers out there but relevant to theatre, TV and movie buffs of the bygone 20th century.
I love film noir. Those folks knew how to smoke. There was an aplomb to it. Bette Davis had it down pat—a gorgeous smoker. Claudette Colbert had the best American diction I had ever heard and Greer Garson just oozed class. But a big inspiration for “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End” was seeing the film “Once Is Not Enough” based on the Jacqueline Susann novel. The film was released in 1975 and I was a teenager. It was a double bill with Diana Ross in “Mahogany”. These were the first R-rated films I had ever seen, yet not 17 years old. I wasn’t all that intrigued by the minimal gay content in “Mahogany” but when Alexis Smith and Melina Mercouri (draped in towels) were lesbian lovers in “Once Is Not Enough” I flipped my teenage pituitary glands. My body felt nuts! But it wasn’t the first and last time I felt that way. I can’t tell you about the first time yet. I’m thinly veiling that in fiction in my next book.
That feeling re-emerged during many visits to the movies, thereafter. I’ll tell you in time. But I must sneak in “The Great Lie” with Bette Davis and Mary Astor (1941). George Brent could have stayed missing and dead in the jungle. “Who every heard of an ounce of brandy!” That “Once Is Not Enough” movie feeling lingered on and on. Now you’re thinking, I’m another sorry sister who lives her life through movies. Not so. I don’t have any cats and even though I don’t date anymore (as you already know from previous entries) I have crazy, wild memories that people love to hear about when I chat around the fireside on the net. After all is said and done, you’ll be saying to yourself Paisley’s had a full life and not be wondering why I don’t date. I had to come up for air sometime. Plus, I participated in sports—yikes but not the college revelation sexual brouhaha. I was hip to my feelings long before that, but wasn’t conflicted by it. For the record I was never conflicted; nature took it's course and I did what I did as nature called me.
I went to the prom in high school with a guy and it was fine. We were an interracial couple. His father and stepmother were an interracial couple. I had a boyfriend in kindergarten. We were an interracial couple and would kiss in the police booth on the corner. We were too short and small to be seen. As it stands now, I have no connection to people of my past. I’m a realist—the masquerade is over and so is love. (Guess that song lyric…)
Do you every wonder what it would have been like to have Lana Turner as your woman?
I love film noir. Those folks knew how to smoke. There was an aplomb to it. Bette Davis had it down pat—a gorgeous smoker. Claudette Colbert had the best American diction I had ever heard and Greer Garson just oozed class. But a big inspiration for “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End” was seeing the film “Once Is Not Enough” based on the Jacqueline Susann novel. The film was released in 1975 and I was a teenager. It was a double bill with Diana Ross in “Mahogany”. These were the first R-rated films I had ever seen, yet not 17 years old. I wasn’t all that intrigued by the minimal gay content in “Mahogany” but when Alexis Smith and Melina Mercouri (draped in towels) were lesbian lovers in “Once Is Not Enough” I flipped my teenage pituitary glands. My body felt nuts! But it wasn’t the first and last time I felt that way. I can’t tell you about the first time yet. I’m thinly veiling that in fiction in my next book.
That feeling re-emerged during many visits to the movies, thereafter. I’ll tell you in time. But I must sneak in “The Great Lie” with Bette Davis and Mary Astor (1941). George Brent could have stayed missing and dead in the jungle. “Who every heard of an ounce of brandy!” That “Once Is Not Enough” movie feeling lingered on and on. Now you’re thinking, I’m another sorry sister who lives her life through movies. Not so. I don’t have any cats and even though I don’t date anymore (as you already know from previous entries) I have crazy, wild memories that people love to hear about when I chat around the fireside on the net. After all is said and done, you’ll be saying to yourself Paisley’s had a full life and not be wondering why I don’t date. I had to come up for air sometime. Plus, I participated in sports—yikes but not the college revelation sexual brouhaha. I was hip to my feelings long before that, but wasn’t conflicted by it. For the record I was never conflicted; nature took it's course and I did what I did as nature called me.
I went to the prom in high school with a guy and it was fine. We were an interracial couple. His father and stepmother were an interracial couple. I had a boyfriend in kindergarten. We were an interracial couple and would kiss in the police booth on the corner. We were too short and small to be seen. As it stands now, I have no connection to people of my past. I’m a realist—the masquerade is over and so is love. (Guess that song lyric…)
Do you every wonder what it would have been like to have Lana Turner as your woman?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Dawning of a Lesbian/Bisexual Novel--When The Light Bulb Went On
To embark on the adventure of writing this book was scary. I wasn’t sure I had enough imagination. But I soon found out that I had enough kooks, goblins and good folks in my life that I could elaborate on and the ideas and words started to flow and so did the champagne. I needed it. I had to release the demons as well as make up stuff. Needless to say, as I wrote, I laughed, I wept, I got aroused and then would crash in angry solitude. It was maddening. The days I worked on the novel just fueled on pure black coffee were the times I did edits and re-writes when I thought I was in my right mind. But after the first 20 pages or so, it was like Pirandello’s “Six Characters In Search of An Author”. The characters spoke and I wrote it down.
I started writing because every major successful person who speaks to the media jabbers on about “you can achieve anything and don’t ever let anybody tell you what you can’t do—dreams do come true.” For the love of Pete, they don’t come true. I toiled at many dreams for many years and none of them ever succeeded. I’m not lazy, easily discouraged or bamboozled. I’m obsessive with my projects and know the value of follow through and persistence. Let’s get real folks—dreams don’t always come true and when the wampum runs out no one is going to keep financing a hard working loser. Hard work does not guarantee success at any rate. There’s got to be luck and friends which I am fresh out of. However, I rather liked writing, so this book “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End” was written when I got sick of the rat race and felt like exploring what many might consider inner demons. Some even turned out to be angels. I needed a departure. I needed to find some something that would help me to be financially independent since all my prior ventures were dependant upon the success of other persons—who shall remain nameless until further notice.
On a brighter note, I’m enjoying trying to make a go of it selling my e-books. It’s all on me and all I have to do is “depend on the kindness of strangers” to make the purchases. Face it—I’m a middle aged broad with fewer and fewer monetary prospects. Financial security is a worry that cripples me. I’ve never married because no one every asked. I stopped dating about 17 years ago. No regrets, here. I know I’m a fair weather friend and I hate weddings, showers of any kind, pot luck dinners and funerals. In my prior career I used to attend galas, opening nights, formal dinners, club openings and traveled the world. Call me a snob, but nobody has any class anymore. I’m a middle aged broad-spinster-with class who has lost her prospects. There’s an oxymoron for ya.
Once you read the book, write me and ask me the inspiration for every verb in the tome.
See the Website: www.paisleyparksbooks.com/photo
This page is cool because it is a collection of pictures that inspired me to write this thing. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Now this all may seem the rantings of some lush—maybe yes, maybe no.
But didn’t you every wonder what it would have been like to have Rita Hayworth as your woman?
I started writing because every major successful person who speaks to the media jabbers on about “you can achieve anything and don’t ever let anybody tell you what you can’t do—dreams do come true.” For the love of Pete, they don’t come true. I toiled at many dreams for many years and none of them ever succeeded. I’m not lazy, easily discouraged or bamboozled. I’m obsessive with my projects and know the value of follow through and persistence. Let’s get real folks—dreams don’t always come true and when the wampum runs out no one is going to keep financing a hard working loser. Hard work does not guarantee success at any rate. There’s got to be luck and friends which I am fresh out of. However, I rather liked writing, so this book “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End” was written when I got sick of the rat race and felt like exploring what many might consider inner demons. Some even turned out to be angels. I needed a departure. I needed to find some something that would help me to be financially independent since all my prior ventures were dependant upon the success of other persons—who shall remain nameless until further notice.
On a brighter note, I’m enjoying trying to make a go of it selling my e-books. It’s all on me and all I have to do is “depend on the kindness of strangers” to make the purchases. Face it—I’m a middle aged broad with fewer and fewer monetary prospects. Financial security is a worry that cripples me. I’ve never married because no one every asked. I stopped dating about 17 years ago. No regrets, here. I know I’m a fair weather friend and I hate weddings, showers of any kind, pot luck dinners and funerals. In my prior career I used to attend galas, opening nights, formal dinners, club openings and traveled the world. Call me a snob, but nobody has any class anymore. I’m a middle aged broad-spinster-with class who has lost her prospects. There’s an oxymoron for ya.
Once you read the book, write me and ask me the inspiration for every verb in the tome.
See the Website: www.paisleyparksbooks.com/photo
This page is cool because it is a collection of pictures that inspired me to write this thing. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Now this all may seem the rantings of some lush—maybe yes, maybe no.
But didn’t you every wonder what it would have been like to have Rita Hayworth as your woman?
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Birth Of The Lesbian/Bisexual Book
“A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End”
By Paisley Parks
This is the story of a doomed May-December romance between two women.
Paisley Parks’ writing is hip and trendy language. The story primarily revolves around very colorful and super witty, outspoken female characters. The subject matter is recommended for mature audiences. This is a fantasy for both cynics and optimists who fail and/or succeed while living in their homosexual or bisexual truth or dare. Readers will undoubtedly get swept up into its humor and outrageous intrigues. It’s all sheer raucous entertainment in the tradition of the success of the primetime soaps of the ’80s. That’s when the bars used to open early to show weekly episodes of “Dynasty,” “Knot’s Landing” and “Dallas” on all the video screens including the dance floor. Remember that?
By Paisley Parks
This is the story of a doomed May-December romance between two women.
Paisley Parks’ writing is hip and trendy language. The story primarily revolves around very colorful and super witty, outspoken female characters. The subject matter is recommended for mature audiences. This is a fantasy for both cynics and optimists who fail and/or succeed while living in their homosexual or bisexual truth or dare. Readers will undoubtedly get swept up into its humor and outrageous intrigues. It’s all sheer raucous entertainment in the tradition of the success of the primetime soaps of the ’80s. That’s when the bars used to open early to show weekly episodes of “Dynasty,” “Knot’s Landing” and “Dallas” on all the video screens including the dance floor. Remember that?
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